A(not actually played) Gm
Some men collapse at the racetrack
A# F
Their wrong and beat up, their eyes black
Gm
Others wilt in casinos
A# F
Roll dice and piss away speedboats
Gm
Some dissolve into bar stools
A# F
Scratched off in boxes and playoff pools
Gm
I spent myself on a psychic
A# F
I lost my way and a friend said she would find it
D-F#m-Gm
Man, we were wrong.
F#m-E-F
Man, we were wrong.
A#
I asked for the future,
C F
She only sang me a song.
Gm
Some men they go make their own luck
A# F
Grow fat from feeding on lame ducks
Gm
The easy mark and the old maid
A# F
The invalid and the ingrate
Gm
Others wait for that high sign
A# F
Some holy hoax in the tree-line
Gm
Me, I'm counting my canned food
A# F
Bunkered down waiting out our slingshot moods
D-F#m-Gm
But what if I'm wrong?
F#m-E-F
What if I'm wrong?
A#
I'll open my doors up
C F
People, come sweep me along.
Interlude:
Bm, D, E, F x2
Bm, D, F#m, Bm, Am
Gm
Eyes are fixed and my palms are spread
A# F
Dissonance floats my shipwrecked head
Gm
God sleeps in the Gaza strip
A# F
And man alone's left alone to live with it
Gm
The coin-flip faith of the optimist
A# F
It's beginners luck in a sewing kit
Gm
What's to do when there is no fix
A# F
On the unflinching ambivalence?
D-F#m-Gm
But you say that's wrong
F#m-E-F
Hopeless and wrong
A#
We re-thread your needle,
C F
You say, "God, play along."
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